Julie Bishop was caught out texting while driving yesterday.
I know you’re busy Julie, but this is one time multitasking is not a good idea.
I know you’re not the first politician to be caught out fiddling with their phone in traffic, but I hope you’re the last.
I don’t remember the accident at all.
The first thing I remember is sucking on one of those brilliant pain whistle things while trapped in the back seat.
My left leg felt really really weird but I couldn’t move it. I shifted around a little and a paramedic leaned in the window to talk to me.
“Please don’t move, we are working on getting you out but if you could just stay still for now that would be best,” he said.
I was stuck in a crumpled two-door hatchback, and one of my legs was doing something strange. One of the other passengers in the car told me later that they had never heard screams of pain as bad as mine that day.
The amazing, wonderful, leg-numbing painkillers basically made me high, and I remember very little about the trip to the hospital in the ambulance, or how they got me out of the car.
My hip was dislocated, but miraculously I hadn’t broken any bones. After they put me under and popped it back in place I woke up in emergency waiting in the line for a scan to determine if I had any spinal damage.
I wasn’t allowed to move until my back and neck were cleared by a doctor, something that took over 24 hours because the first scan hadn’t been done properly.
Until I was moved onto the ward I lay there with the safety glass from the car’s back windscreen still digging into me. I ended up spending a week in the hospital, a month unable to walk at all, and almost two months off work.
Because the woman in the four-wheel-drive behind us was texting while driving.